Star Wars Self Insert Novels & Stories

PROPOSED RESOLUTION: INTEGRATION. They weren't going to delete Lina. They were going to write her into their story. A beam of structured narrative, a plotline of immense power, lanced from the Loom and struck the Astropheles. It didn't seek to break our shields; it sought to rewrite them. I felt a foreign memory try to insert itself into my mind—a childhood I never had, a love for a man who wasn't Jeff. The ship itself flickered, its bronze hue shifting momentarily to a compliant, storybook grey.

Or more likely a disguised self-pity. @Death Wish

"We are the 001. We are the cure for the mess of the world." June’s mom stepped forward. Her staff pulsed with light. "Do you see, June? No more war. No more hunger. No more secrets. When everyone thinks as one there is no pain. I have performed the surgery. I have removed the 'Self'." June screamed. Tears filled her eyes. "That is not surgery! That is murder! You have killed who they are!"

Avery whispered, her voice echoing off the leaden walls. "It’s 'Self,'" Aris replied, sitting in a wooden chair that was not made of Sombra-wood, but of dead, repurposed oak. "It’s where the 'I' begins. In here, I can think a thought and know that it doesn't belong to the planet. I can be wrong without the collective 'Correcting' my neurotransmitters. I can be sad without the system trying to 'Dopamine-Balance' me back into the Harmony."

"He's like Obi-Wan Kenobi and the Rebellion! And you're Princess Leia. Yeah! And Isaac is Luke and Zander is Han Solo!" "Really? Star Wars?" I gaped. "You are spending too much time with your brothers. Besides, Isaac and Phoebe are the twins." "I know it's not exactly right, but you have to admit, this would make a good movie. We've even got an evil father character. Instead of 'Luke, I'm your father,'" she droned in a deep voice, "He'd be a man in a suit saying 'Son, I'm really the evil psychopath bent on world domination.'"

i pulled out of the parking garage and thats when my story ended Abigail hit the side of my car and now i sit in the air looking at my body as I’m in a coma. Truth is I was given a choice i can come back but theres a catch it’ll be months and i have to go to other realms and save them before I can so now I’m stuck with a choice.

I stared at the police car in front of me, feeling utterly incredulous. "I'm not gonna smash it! That's a crime!" The system in my mind said coldly, "If you don't self-sabotage, you'll die." I did not believe it at first. Half an hour ago, I suddenly heard the system's voice in my mind. It told me that I was the male protagonist in a tragic story that would end in my death. I would be kicked out after the love of Clara's life, Maxey Tyler, returned to the country.

Everyone, including Yuna, had been involved, and their strange behavior and cryptic comments suddenly made sense. I burst into laughter, overwhelmed. "Troy, isn't kneeling supposed to be for a proposal?" Troy grinned sheepishly. "It's my first time confessing my feelings to someone. No one advised me otherwise, anyway. Should I try again?" "No, there's no need for that," I said, shaking my head quickly. "Does this mean...you're saying yes?" I nodded. Someone who cared for me so deeply deserved a chance. While Caleb had hurt me deeply, I knew I could not live in the past forever. Moving forward with someone who genuinely loved me was the right choice.

“You need to accept yourself for who you are. Don't let anyone bully you. Talk and think positively about yourself… And if anyone ever talks badly about your body, you strike back.” He looked into my eyes and said. “Huh?” How could I do that when I've never had the courage to? “Do you understand?” “Uhm… including Henry and Chloe?” He scoffed. “I just said ‘anyone that talks badly about your body’, Adele. Anyone can be Henry and Chloe too.” Heat crept up my chest as I bit into my lip. Can I ever do this? “I will try.” I whispered, maybe loud enough to his hearing.

In my past life, on the day I received the pistol my grandfather left me, I got a call from my future self. I followed her every instruction, and it led to the destruction of my family. This time, I thought I had made a completely different, safer choice. "Sienna, listen to me. Lorenzo is going to ask for the gun later. You must not give it to him. He just wants to use it to settle a debt." That chillingly familiar voice blasted through the phone. A shiver ran down my spine, and the Pinot Noir glass in my hand shattered on the floor.